I am feeling very very depressed.
Not because of the screwed SS Paper (which I so promptly told my mom that I may FLUNK it...)
nor is it because I'm chiong-ing History at this precise moment.
But because of who I am.
You don't need to understand what I'm going through, the freaking emotional turmoil.
I'm confused. And I need someone to share my woes.
But thankfully I have my LOVELY friends, Jean, Vicki and Amanda and the very AWESOME choir gang! :D you guys are loved!

I want to go running again. Saturday Night. This built up tension. No no. Not good. Darn.
Was looking through some pictures on my handphone. How much we grew in the short span of a year, how much we've changed, how different we are. I miss you. I can't believe I'm saying this. D: but yes, I do.

Oh golly, look at the time! it's ten. Why do I have to go through phase after phase of emotional turbulence? D: